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Well
,
after
about
two
hours
we
went
back
and
there
was
Rosemary
and
Bill
Hillis
standing
in
the
vestibule
arguing
with
the
conductor
—
Rosemary
white
as
a
sheet
.
Seems
they
locked
the
door
and
pulled
down
the
blinds
and
I
guess
there
was
some
heavy
stuff
going
on
when
the
conductor
came
for
the
tickets
and
knocked
on
the
door
.
They
thought
it
was
us
kidding
them
and
wouldn
’
t
let
him
in
at
first
,
and
when
they
did
,
he
was
plenty
sore
.
He
asked
Hillis
if
that
was
his
compartment
and
whether
he
and
Rosemary
were
married
that
they
locked
the
door
,
and
Hillis
lost
his
temper
trying
to
explain
there
was
nothing
wrong
.
He
said
the
conductor
had
insulted
Rosemary
and
he
wanted
him
to
fight
,
but
that
conductor
could
have
made
trouble
—
and
believe
me
I
had
an
awful
time
smoothing
it
over
.
"
With
every
detail
imagined
,
with
even
envy
for
the
pair
’
s
community
of
misfortune
in
the
vestibule
,
Dick
felt
a
change
taking
place
within
him
.
Only
the
image
of
a
third
person
,
even
a
vanished
one
,
entering
into
his
relation
with
Rosemary
was
needed
to
throw
him
off
his
balance
and
send
through
him
waves
of
pain
,
misery
,
desire
,
desperation
.
The
vividly
pictured
hand
on
Rosemary
’
s
cheek
,
the
quicker
breath
,
the
white
excitement
of
the
event
viewed
from
outside
,
the
inviolable
secret
warmth
within
.
—
Do
you
mind
if
I
pull
down
the
curtain
?
—
Please
do
.
It
’
s
too
light
in
here
.
Collis
Clay
was
now
speaking
about
fraternity
politics
at
New
Haven
,
in
the
same
tone
,
with
the
same
emphasis
.
Dick
had
gathered
that
he
was
in
love
with
Rosemary
in
some
curious
way
Dick
could
not
have
understood
.
The
affair
with
Hillis
seemed
to
have
made
no
emotional
impression
on
Collis
save
to
give
him
the
joyful
conviction
that
Rosemary
was
"
human
.
"
"
Bones
got
a
wonderful
crowd
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
all
did
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
.
New
Haven
’
s
so
big
now
the
sad
thing
is
the
men
we
have
to
leave
out
.
"
—
Do
you
mind
if
I
pull
down
the
curtain
?
—
Please
do
.
It
’
s
too
light
in
here
.
.
.
.
Dick
went
over
Paris
to
his
bank
—
writing
a
check
,
he
looked
along
the
row
of
men
at
the
desks
deciding
to
which
one
he
would
present
it
for
an
O
.
K
.
As
he
wrote
he
engrossed
himself
in
the
material
act
,
examining
meticulously
the
pen
,
writing
laboriously
upon
the
high
glass
-
topped
desk
.
Once
he
raised
glazed
eyes
to
look
toward
the
mail
department
,
then
glazed
his
spirit
again
by
concentration
upon
the
objects
he
dealt
with
.
